Earlier this year, I wrote and self-published my first book, “The Jumbo Shrimp Gospel.” The book is about the oxy-moronic nature of the kingdom of God. One of the chapters, “Supernaturally Ordinary,” looks at the birth of Jesus. “JSG” would make a great Christmas present! By one for yourself and one for that special someone. Click on the blue Lulu logo over to the right. Now, onto an excerpt from the book…
Plain Jane Messiah cont.
Like His parents, the place of Jesus’ birth didn’t exactly scream “Messiah!” I grew up in a tiny town in the mountains of Virginia—the village (yes, the locals call it a village) of Port Republic. The town has a little history. A Civil War battle was fought there (Stonewall Jackson galloped around the village for a few days in June 1862), but your kids probably won’t learn about it in history class. Port Republic, VA: a tiny town that’s a footnote in the pages of American history.
Bethlehem was like Port Republic—a very small village about five miles outside of Jerusalem with two claims to fame: Abraham’s granddaughter-in-law Rachel was buried in Bethlehem and David, the great king of Israel, was from Bethlehem. The town would have made a great tourist trap—gift shops with David’s picture plastered all over dozens of overpriced, cheaply made trinkets. Mugs (“Bethlehem: Home town of King David, and not much else.”). Postcards (“Wish you were here. Well, not really. The town’s a dump.”). T-shirts (“I went to Bethlehem and all I got was this lousy T-shirt.”). Maybe even a King David tunic (“Made of 100 percent hand-sheared wool. Hot, itchy, and prone to chafing but perfect for dancing!”).
Bethlehem didn’t seem to be the proper place for the Messiah to be born. It was just an ordinary town.
 Genesis 35:16-20; 1 Samuel 16:1-13.
 David was known to dance in nothing but his underwear from time to time. 2 Samuel 6:12-16, 20-22.